There's been an echo in these halls.

Memories of a long forgotten past.

Laid to rest in these hollow walls.

Broken and bruised,

I seek you out.

You haven't shown yourself for a while,

And I'm beginning to have my doubts.

You play your tricks.

And in the corner of my eye,

I see you move.

I didn't come here to disprove.

There's no need to hide.

Like you my friend,

I struggle to accept I've died.

I know you're there.

I can feel your cold.

A soul trapped between two worlds.

Both the young and old.

We struggle to find the light.

We feel our way through the dark.

Living in a world set to black and white.

We've heard this all before.

Just a restless soul,

In search of so much more.

We talk in our sleep.

Admit guilt to a life full of sin.

We sold our place in heaven,

Before ever being let in.

Just a shell of who we once were.

Scarred and crippled,

With all the pain we endured.

We take our regrets to the grave.

It's too late now.

We extend our hands,

Hoping to be saved.

We ask for a second chance.

Hoping for time to change.

We're so willing to pay in advance.

Signing the line in blood,

But never asking why we should.

force fed insults

are swallowed willingly

in infant love,

sentiment of

original heart-bleed,

a fallacy created

to survive.

makes it difficult to digest

the real nourishment

that comes later.

fish-story romance.

it hurts to be mistaken.

When you look at me, what do you see?

Do you see the small amount of potential that remains?

Do you see the parts of me that died when my life blew up?

The girl you wish I was?

Do you see the bloody wounds seeping with infection and think you can heal me?

Do you see the tears I try to hide and think it's up to you to make them stop?

Do you see who I pretend to be?

Do you see a girl who skips a car payment just to hear her brother's voice?

Do you see a girl so unlovable even her own mother has cut her off?

Do you see the woman rejected by her only child?

Do you see the ugly parts that anger men to the point of violence?

Do you see a girl who bashes her head in the wall to make the voices stop?

Do you see a girl who slices her arms with razor blades trying to release the poison that boils inside her?

Do you see a girl who shakes like a leaf when voices rise in anger?

Do you see a girl who'd do anything to be the recipient of pure and honest love?

Who do you see when you look at me?

The girl I want you to see?

Do you see me?

Or are you even looking?